Poems About Vanity Published by Members Recently Online
#vanity
u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
222 reads
18 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
222 reads
18 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
222 reads
18 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
222 reads
18 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
222 reads
18 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 1:32pm
21st Apr 2023 1:32pm
Morning Yoga
I felt strong and asked the spirit of creation, “Will what is best in us will last for eternity?”
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one...
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one...
#vanity
#prayer
232 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 1:32pm
21st Apr 2023 1:32pm
Morning Yoga
I felt strong and asked the spirit of creation, “Will what is best in us will last for eternity?”
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one...
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one...
#vanity
#prayer
232 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 3:17pm
12th Aug 2024 3:17pm
Don't Linger On
your ego swells in mirrors
deep within you bask in your pride
your self love are like shadows
a selfishness you cannot hide
your charm is like an after shave
all stuck in you on you and around
you look so gallant and brave
you smile with an air of elegance
you think everything is about you
the sad songs from the radio
the clouds of white on blue
the poem about love so true
sometimes you pass by
giving me that tiny smile
as if its a favour bestowed
a smile for one as I
I smile back, but its...
deep within you bask in your pride
your self love are like shadows
a selfishness you cannot hide
your charm is like an after shave
all stuck in you on you and around
you look so gallant and brave
you smile with an air of elegance
you think everything is about you
the sad songs from the radio
the clouds of white on blue
the poem about love so true
sometimes you pass by
giving me that tiny smile
as if its a favour bestowed
a smile for one as I
I smile back, but its...
#hypocrisy
#vanity
148 reads
14 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 3:17pm
12th Aug 2024 3:17pm
Don't Linger On
your ego swells in mirrors
deep within you bask in your pride
your self love are like shadows
a selfishness you cannot hide
your charm is like an after shave
all stuck in you on you and around
you look so gallant and brave
you smile with an air of elegance
you think everything is about you
the sad songs from the radio
the clouds of white on blue
the poem about love so true
sometimes you pass by
giving me that tiny smile
as if its a favour bestowed
a smile for one as I
I smile back, but its...
deep within you bask in your pride
your self love are like shadows
a selfishness you cannot hide
your charm is like an after shave
all stuck in you on you and around
you look so gallant and brave
you smile with an air of elegance
you think everything is about you
the sad songs from the radio
the clouds of white on blue
the poem about love so true
sometimes you pass by
giving me that tiny smile
as if its a favour bestowed
a smile for one as I
I smile back, but its...
#hypocrisy
#vanity
148 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
415 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
415 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
415 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Vanity Published by Members Recently Online
